Saturday, November 15, 2008
¡Tiembla, Cadáver !
Shake, Corpse! said some general in battle, when his adjutant saw him trembing like a leaf. He was ready to die, but his physical body was afraid. The saying is topical, because although I am not feeling stressed, my body does and reacts with visible physical sympthoms, such as an eruption of facial eczema. The stock exchange is doing it, my impossible schedule, my worries. According to actuarial tables, I have about twenty something years more to live. I intend to keep going and maybe to remake my magically disappeared fortune. So why am I killing myself with grandiose projects, hard work and impossible contracts and so on?